‘Gut instinct’: Aussie woman reveals wild way she caught her partner cheating

An Aussie woman has revealed the incredible lengths she went to in order to catch her partner doing the dirty on her.

He was supposed to come to mine when he finished work at midnight.

I’d have been asleep for at least three hours by then, but he would let himself in with his key, scoop me into his arms and I’d wake up right there the very next morning.

I’d make us coffee. We’d enjoy a lazy shag. Then he’d go back to sleep for a while, as I caught up on emails from my makeshift desk at the breakfast table.

A “normie” and a night worker. This was our routine.

At 3am I sat upright in bed.

The house was dark, undisturbed. No one beside me save for three lightly snoring pomeranians.

I can’t articulate the feeling I felt. Call it gut instinct, women’s intuition or a tip-off from the universe – but I possessed the profound knowledge that something shady was afoot.

No missed calls. No text to say he’d been roped into knock-off drinks and would be back later than he’d promised. So either he was dead, hurt or up to no good.

We’d begun sharing our locations with each other using the Find My app about a month before. This was upon his insistence – not mine. I don’t even know where my house keys are, so frankly have no business possessing unfettered access to another full-grown adult’s whereabouts at all times. But he (someone who struggled with substance abuse and past indiscretions) believed it would hold him “accountable”.

I never checked it, but boy was he about to be accountable now.

Brief backstory, because context is everything – this is a person who I allowed back into my life in a moment of weakness. That’s on me. But moving forward, he’d agreed to a few reasonable conditions.

'I launched the app and waited for the little blue dot to hone in on his position'. Picture: iStock

No excessive drinking. No partying well into the daylight hours. And absolutely NONE of this one particular woman.

For reasons.

I launched the app and waited for the little blue dot to hone in on his position. I could see he was at a boozer, known for its high-traffic bathrooms. Did not bode well. And that’s when the second piece of divine knowledge was gifted to me.

He was with her.

I don’t know how I knew this, I just did. And so began my own night shift, as a detective.

First things first – I go onto her Instagram profile to see if they have started following each other again. They have.

Then I go to her stories to see if she has any frames up from the night. She does. And while him featuring in any of them would be way too easy, I do note that the locations are all along the same street as this pub he’s at. So I’m getting warmer.

I called him. No answer. I texted and outright asked if he was with her. No response. So I lay fuming in the darkness, utterly accepting that sleep would not take me, as I kept a very close eye on that little blue dot.

At 4am he moves to a street address. I type it into Google, where it shows up as a gallery. Obviously, it would be shut at 4am. So I check out Google Street View and it appears there’s an apartment upstairs.

I find the apartment listing. A little one bedder – I bet that it’s hers. If I lived above a gallery, I might follow them on Instagram, and they might follow me back. So I do a little more digging and they do, and they do.

The leads are hot at this point. But is it enough for a conviction?

‘Honestly, men should really think twice before they mess with us’. Picture: Carly Sophia/Instagram

‘Given the right conditions, I truly believe every single woman could have a glittering career in the CIA’. Picture: Carly Sophia/Instagram

At 7am the perp (who still has not made contact) appears to have taken himself home. At 10am I have an appointment, and it just so happens to be in the suburb right next to the one where the gallery is located.

When I finish, I drive there. Park over the road. Walk across the street. Have a good old lookie look. Now, let’s be very clear, here – I have no idea what I’m even looking for. But I know there will be something. Detectives gonna detect.

The gallery is still shut. There’s a driveway for the apartment above. And oh, look. There’s the front door. It’s a nice front door … Quite the statement, actually. It’s painted a fun colour and has pots of tropical plants all around.

It’s actually the sort of front door where (if it were mine) I might take some pictures in front of it. I might even upload them to Instagram. So I went back to her profile. Literally two scrolls down. AND WHOOMP, THERE IT IS.

It really is a great front door.

So I went home, packed up his things and the last time he saw me I was dumping them outside his very own front door.

Single again.

Honestly, men should really think twice before they mess with us. Because given the right conditions, I truly believe every single woman could have a glittering career in the CIA.

We just know.

Carly Sophia is a freelance writer living in Sydney with her six year old twins, three rescue dogs, five emotional support chickens and a rabbit named Audrey Hopburn. She is currently working on her first book. You can connect with her on social media here

Originally published as ‘Gut instinct’: Aussie woman reveals wild way she caught her partner cheating